But first, we strolled through the room, hand in hand, admiring the result of months of hard work. The room was gorgeous and I looked forward to heating various Hormel microwaveable entrees in it for many happy years to come. The team was tickled, too. Jim/Jesus/Tom Cruise was thrilled. Lloyd’s boyz and Dion’s boyz were all whistling and the cursing had almost disappeared. Trucks were being packed up for the last time and cigarette butts were being raked up like leaf piles. We even put them in those jack-o-lantern lawn and leaf bags that you use to decorate your redneck yard in October. Not exactly as wholesome as pine straw but spooky in its own way. Unexpectedly, a twinge of separation anxiety set in when it was time to say good-bye and write the last check. I’d already had Lloyd stay to fix an imaginary squeak in the garbage disposal. But this was silly; it was time to take my home back. Yes, my hons, it was time to cut the cord. And wrap it around my neck. As we totaled the amount of the job, hubby and I stared at one another in disbelief.
